[center]Freya eye's adjusted as she stared into the endless darkness. She heard muffled voices around her. She wasn't the only one here. She grabbed the bars making a loud rattled noise. . [b]"What the.."[/b] Freya uttered, her mouth opened as if to announce it to the whole room. But her voice was barely a whisper. [i]Wasn't I just drinking coffee before I went home? What happened after that..?[/i] She quickly crossed her legs and stared blankly ahead, trying to reorganize her thoughts. Her head was a jumbled mess. She kept her unwavering gaze, failing to focus on the only thing that was visible. Freya clutched her chest, her heart was beating quickly. 

Her body was shaking uncontrollably. [i]What if I am being sold as a...a...I don't even wanna say it![/i] She was a queen. She couldn't lead a life of submission. Freya's eyes flickered back and forth. Without her consent, her hands tightened around the bars. Her heart froze and her stomach turned icy cold. This can't be happening... Freya brought her knees to her chest and hugged herself, making herself smaller. She continued to rock back and forth as if she was a rocking chair. [b]"This can't be happening.."[/b][/center]